one night.
paint dripped
in a dream
beyond the gathering
of ancestors
giant
fingers reaching
for blue and thunder
and
what's to come
the fall
the crash
the portal back
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I love how everything seems to be moving toward something we can’t quite see yet. The poem ends, but that feeling of falling into it stays.